Showing results by author "Lili Valente"

They say Rafe Hunter is trouble with a capital T. I say - bring it on.  As long as Trouble comes in a package as delicious as Rafe’s, I’m ready to climb on his Harley and ride all night long - and I’m not just talking about his motorcycle. I can hide out until the scandal with my evil ex blows over and have a wild rebound at the same time. Besides, I’ve got no heart left to break. My ex made sure of that. As long as Rafe and I keep our no-strings fling from our families, what can possibly go wrong? 

When you think about how easy it is to lose keys, phones, sunglasses and your dignity on social media, you might figure it'd be a cinch for me to ditch my V Card. You'd be wrong. At 25, I run a successful business, live in a fantastic apartment, and have fabulous friends to go out with any night of the week. And yet I'm still a card-carrying member of a club I don't want to belong to anymore. Good thing I know just the man for the deflowering job - my brother’s business partner and best friend.

For six generations, the women of wine country have had a saying: don’t bang a Hunter man unless you want a bun in your oven. Yeah, well. I’ve got a saying too: no thanks. The last thing I need is baby makes three. My business is expanding, and the only thing I’m interested in getting knocked up is my bottom line. But then one night, Emma Haverford makes me an offer I can’t refuse - she backs away from the land I have my eye on in exchange for a favor...a big, fat, baby-making favor....

I've waited years for my drop-dead sexy boss, Tristan Hunter, to notice me as something other than his right-hand gal. But though his dog is deeply in love with me, Tristan and I seem doomed to the friend zone. Until the night we kiss... It's all a ruse, of course - our make-out session is for the benefit of the two heartbreakers who dumped us - but very real sparks fly when his lips meet mine. At least...they're real for me.

When you've been screwed over by Mr. Wrong, let a spectacular rascal show you how good it feels to be bad. You know the smooth, successful New York businessman type? Well, I'm the other guy - the one you don't bring home to mama. The tattooed, rough-around-the-edges, 100% primal badass.

They say Jake "The Dragon" Falcone earned his nickname by setting fire to the ice his first season in the NHL. But just between us ladies, I'm pretty sure he earned it for the dragon in his pants. From my first hug as his fake girlfriend, it's clear he's packing below the belt. After a few fake dates I realize he's packing...everywhere. Heart, brains, sex-vibe, a killer sense of humor - Jake is everything I've ever wanted in a man. He's also my client and off limits. Oh, and he has a crazy ex who's out for my blood.

Bree Marks is my best friend and my secret crush. And cursed with a deadly allergy to erecto-plasm. As in, she’ll seriously swell up and die if seminal fluid even touches her. Which means finding the perfect guy to punch her V card is literally a matter of life and death. She wants a no-strings summer fling, but she needs someone she can trust. A puck buddy who isn’t going to get overly emotional. That’s where I come in. It’s a simple request, really - and one I would be happy to honor. If it weren’t for the whole life-and-death thing.

Looking up into Alexi Petrov’s dark eyes as I break the news, I’m scared out of my mind. This man is the most terrifying defender in the NHL, and if it weren't for my sporty new baby bump, I probably wouldn't believe we hooked up that night. (Yes, I’ve sworn off margaritas for life.) But the Alexi who goes to my doctor appointments, moves me into his guesthouse, and cooks me so many gourmet meals I look like I'm carrying twins? He isn’t scary at all.

I figured moonlighting as a Santa stripper was the most exciting thing on my docket this holiday season. But that was before Macy Clayton careened back into my life, before we were snowed in at a secluded ranger station with nothing but each other to keep warm. And yes, what the survivalists say is true - you really do stay warmer, and happier, when you're naked.

When I see the ad in the Portland Alternative's "Love Wanted" section, I can't resist the urge to respond. Yes, it's dangerous - as a star forward for the Badgers, I have a reputation to protect - but I miss the thrill of calling the shots in the bedroom, and reading that ad is the first time I've laughed in months. So I reach out to Curious Cat about the "educational" opportunity....

I am the world's biggest dating failure. We're talking my last date went home with our waitress kind of failure. But I have an ace in the back pocket of my mom jeans - my sexy-as-sin best friend, NHL superstar forward, Justin Cruise. Justin owes me favors dating back to seventh grade, long before he became a hotshot with a world famous...stick. So in return for my undying platonic loyalty, all I want is an easy-peasy crash course on how to be a sex goddess.

The complete Bedding the Bad Boy series! Former Marine Colton Brody is trouble with a capital T. One night with him and good girls go bad. Real bad. But he's not going to let sweet, quirky Olivia Page end up another name on his hit it and quit it list. His little sister's best friend is off limits, even if her killer curves inspire an endless supply of wicked fantasy fodder. With only a few weeks until he leaves town, this bad boy is determined to resist temptation.

Let's get one thing straight - I'm not your usual bad boy billionaire. I'm actually a nice guy. A very nice guy who also enjoys turning a woman over my knee and spanking her ass until she begs for mercy - AKA a good, hard, hold-her-down-and-teach-her-who's-boss f--k. I'm a gentleman in the boardroom and a dominant in the bedroom. I've also been secretly in love with my sweet, sexy, too-innocent-for-her-own-good executive assistant, Jane, for the better part of two years.

When the family dog trots in with my diaphragm in its mouth - in front of my date, his parents, and his adorable little girl - you would think I'd hit rock bottom. Wrong. Let's back this up a sec. Brendan Daniels is the sexiest man alive. The captain of the Badger's NHL team is also clever, kind, funny, and was my good friend...until we cruised out of the friend zone one weekend with a red-hot fling.

On paper, I've got it all - good looks, good friends, a killer business, and gorgeous women throwing themselves at me from every corner of the globe. But I still can't get one woman out of my head. Her. Adeline Klein, the sexiest little smartass in wire-rimmed glasses and a polka-dot bikini to ever bring a man to his knees.

I've got a big c*ck, a bigger bank account, and zero interest in happily ever after. I just want to feel alive, to look into a woman's eyes and see something that's going to keep my mind off all the shit I refuse to think about for an hour or two. And then I meet her, a good girl with a body made for sin and ugly problems only a bad man can fix.

I hate my new roommate. And I want to do dirty, delicious things to her in that swing she installed that we both know has nothing to do with aerial yoga. Neither of which is good, considering Diana Daniels is my NHL team captain's little sister, and he will break my face if I'm not a perfect gentleman. I try to be. Really, I do. But Diana has all sorts of Jedi mind tricks to make a man obsessed with getting her into bed, and I'm not gonna lie - I fall for every single one of them.

Face it, ladies: love sucks and then you cry while your ex rides off into the sunset banging your best friend. But why let a break-up end in tears when it can end with sweet revenge? Enter Magnificent Bastard Consulting and me, chief executive bastard. I've got it all - looks, brains, a heart of gold, and the killer instinct guaran-damn-teed to make your ex regret the day he said goodbye.

Jackson Hawke might be a monster, but he's Hannah's monster. They belong together and she's determined to show Jackson she can love every part of him - light and dark, cruel and gentle, lost soul and Dominant man. Jackson knows he doesn't deserve her. He is broken and twisted and wrong inside, but when Hannah touches him it feels right, he feels right in a way he hasn't in so long. Can a monster learn to become a man again? Or will dark forces claim Hannah's life before she can claim his heart?

I'm one puff piece away from tearing up my journalism degree and hurling my laptop into the Hudson River. So when I smell a juicy story brewing at my brother's Wall Street investment firm, I'll do whatever it takes to get my scoop. One clever disguise later, I'm deep undercover as the firm's newest broker, simultaneously gathering intel and spouting off stock tips like a boss. Go me, right? Sure, it sounds good on paper, but there's a catch: the actual boss. Chief Executive Panty-melter Jack Holt is cocky. Infuriating. And one smoldering look has me ready to violate every rule in the employee handbook. Thank God my assignment has an expiration date. Because falling for my brother's best friend and business partner is a lose-lose proposition. Right?